Monday 2nd August

I deserved yesterday's thumping headache and misery, but today's seems a little unnecessary. I know I had a couple of mid-afternoon drinks, but that shouldn't equate to such a severe punishment today - the only explanation could be that I am entering day two of the same beastly hangover. Fair enough. I seem like I have my extended time to serve for what has been a frankly ridiculous few days.

Having picked up a can of Diet Coke on the way to work, just to see me through the morning, I crack on with the day's business. Being the time of the month when we start to focus on the new titles for six months down the line, I have plenty to prepare and, primarily, an absolute ton of tedious data entry to wade through. It's simple enough and fills up the time in the day, but creaking through the second day of a cider hangover is no way to cope with staring at the glum, unforgiving interface of a small, blue, MS-DOS-based database.

It does end eventually, as is often the case, and I head home looking forward to a fairly quiet evening. I sit in the living room, marvelling at the novelty of being able to catch up with some writing in front of The Simpsons courtesy of my lovely new netbook, and get the lasagne K lovingly prepared last night in the oven in time for her return.

After dinner we stick on the second episode of Sherlock we missed last night, and while it's more enjoyable detective-capering set in modern-day London, it lacks a lot of the novelty of the first episode and the plausibilty goes for a Burton somewhere in the middle. Maybe it's just a lull in the middle of the three-part series in preparation for a stunning final episode.